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Our eyes lock and my breath fails me So much pain in those eyes, but so much determination too He truly believes he can save aze flickers to his lips, and I want nothingexcept thisto meet his His breath flickers over my skin, and I part my lips—

“Adam? Elena?” Chris calls “You out here?”

We jerk apart, the rass on hts stretched out in front of me One day left to live And Chris behind us on the patio, calling our names

Adam rises to his feet “Yeah?”

Chris eyes the two of us like he knows soet out of here”

“Just give us a minute,” Adam says

He holds out a hand and helps rab on to his, but as soon as I’rass off ain It was good Chris stopped us before we kissed There’s no point getting close to Adaet back to the present He’s better off withoutover et involved with Ada Ti out

11:14

After soet fake IDs first, like Future-Ada to rely on Adaain This time I sit in the front of the car with Chris, after practically shoving Trent out of the way I can’t sit next to Adaain I can’t even look at him Not after our near-kiss

Chris enters the naation system, and we take off The car heads north over the hill into the Valley, and the ho areas and rows of nearly identical homes, and then to seedier parts of town

It’s dark by the ti paint and a brokenA rusted old trailer with no wheels sits s over the front bumper

“Future-Adam knows someone who lives here?” Zoe asks Her sketchbook is out, but she doesn’t bother to draw this place in it

Chris checks the car’s navigation “It’s the right address”

“What kind of nas his baseball cap on “Maybe it’s a code naet out of the car and scan the road for cops I don’t really expect them to show up, but it can’t hurt to be careful Now that we’re out of the safety and coaze flicks to Adaot way too relaxed at that house

Chris knocks on the front door and the rest of us crowd behind hirunts No words, just a grunt

“We’re looking for Wombat” Chris says “He here?”

“Around the back” She slams the door in his face

Chris raises his hand like he’s about to pound on the door again, but then drops it “Nice Real nice, lady”

“I feel better about this place already,” I h weeds and pastthe side of the house, al Everything reeks of garbage and cat piss Or at least I hope it’s cat piss

Music blasts froe door, like heavy metal but with a pop vibe to it Inside, tables and desks that look like they were scavenged froe sales fill every open space Each one is stacked high with electronic equipuess at Some of it looks futuristic; souy around our age with an unshaved face glances up from a toolbox, and the music switches off He wears a blue T-shirt with the Superreen-and-yellow pattern that looks like a circuit board He wipes his hands on his jeans and steps around his desk “Looking for someone?”